Part of a series of restaurant recommendations offered in The Stranger’s 2017 Guide to Food and Drink (International Edition).
If Tyrion Lannister had a taste for double IPAs, it'd be easy to picture this Fremont beer temple in the depths of Casterly Rock. Radiant chandeliers and a circular galley hang over the new-world beer hall, which trades in rarefied ales and Belgian-leaning pub grub. So strong is Brouwer's Game of Thrones vibe, with (fake?) stone walls and handsomely worn wooden tables, you half expect a horny, drunken dwarf to stumble out of the keg room with a chalice of lambic. Despite roughly 170 powerhouse and lesser-known Belgian beers speckling the massive tap and bottle lists—not to mention an impressive Scotch arsenal—American craft beer remains a chief draw. MICHAEL RIETMULDER
In the age of excess and infatuation with shiny newness, humility in the bar world is all the more virtuous. This monastic Belgian pub straddles the line between austere and comfortably divey—a garage bar meets neighborhood tavern with inviting booths and chess boards dotting the tables. While sour and wild beers are all the rage, the Capitol Hill hideaway is less likely to carry the hot new (possibly overrated) kettle sour than the oud bruin quietly perfected over the last century in Brussels. The limited tap and bottle selections, scrawled on a chalkboard and whiteboard, favor quality over quantity, and it's worth inquiring about the rotating cask. MICHAEL RIETMULDER